Intimacy beyond words

When I’m among wild kin, sometimes the textures teasing my senses are so rich they’re like small worlds of their own.

When we touch, it’s as if we’re imprinting ourselves into each other so we can experience an intimacy that surpasses anything words can create.

We touch.
 
Time suspends.
 
Edges and boundaries dissolve.
 
Thoughtforms mingle.
 
We know the other as ourselves.

 

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